The scariest thing in the world is: happening. It did happen, or did not or still might or never will. If you do get attacked by a shark or a bear or your own flesh and blood, I promise the happening will be so much scarier than the bite or the claw. The hot room, the actual silence. He is tearing red kale into pieces small enough for him to cook and for you to chew. Stand behind him. Before your mind has time to verbalize his skin smelling baby-soft, you should ask him. Ask him again what the internet said. Do not ask your mother. How exactly you will know it is happening: Blood, fluid, tissue. Do not move. Going, going. Do not speak. Gone. Let him fill you. Chew slowly. Try to keep it.
nyoka eden lives in Columbia, South Carolina for now, but soon she’ll be on a bar-stool near you. Find her in journals such as Hermeneutic Chaos, After the Pause, Gambling the Aisle, or Maudlin House. She's currently working on her first chapbook. Tweet @nyokaeden.